The First Heir

Back to Philip’s side.

Cyril and his family members were placed in two separate suites.

It was midnight now.

Suddenly, a group of 12 assassins appeared at the hotel downstairs. They looked at each other before going their separate ways. They quickly ran from the outer wall of the hotel to their respective target points. Yes, these people ran over the walls like geckos at top speed!

Lights could be seen in the two suites. The 12 people used advanced tools, broke open the windows quietly, and jumped inside!

Soft sounds of footsteps landing.

In Cyril’s suite, he lay on the bed in bandages and was on drips. He breathed weakly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes as if sensing the danger. However, a shiny dagger soon appeared in front of him. He wanted to scream for help, but the other party had covered his mouth with leather gloves!

Swish!

dagger slashing toward his neck, Cyril felt a sense

already knew that he would not survive this ordeal. He knew this group of people too. The 12 Killers were the most powerful assassins in the North.

you know too much. Villa Master Turner wants

black mask and said emotionlessly. Cyril gave up resistance and closed his eyes. Just as

Bang!

of fully armed guards quickly rushed out from all corners of the room with guns aimed at the

his hand at a guard without hesitation. They had been engaged in assassination missions and knew what to do

Rat-tat-tat!

an instant, rapid gunfire resounded in the suite. Amid the gunshots, several

Bang, thud!

flying by the other party. Some were even

fight. After all, these six were disciples of the fifth zone and could not be easily taken down by a

the six were enjoying the kill, a